By E.R. Smith
As I watch my lil one grow, from behind,
Afraid of hearing, “Mommy why are you watching me?”
I wonder at so many paths before her, paths to adulthood too eagerly run upon,
Paths to relationships, that one with the curvy, twisty, kinda crooked bend,
Paths to adolescence, so soon to see, makes my eyes squint anyway,
How strong is the ground beneath her heels? Have we seeded it enough?
Did we forge the right tools? Oh worry!!!
The paths of parenthood.